Little Cassie Novels & Stories

“When don’t I ever behave myself?” Juno arched a brow. “Do you want me to start a list?” Cassie grinned. “You couldn’t finish it.” Cassie finally got out of the car, stretching her arms like she’d been trapped for hours. “Mom, how do I look?” she asked, spinning once. She wore a short lavender dress with tiny silver beads that shimmered under the evening light. Her curls were pinned up with little clips that looked like stars, and she had on white sandals. “Too much?” she asked, biting her lip.

“They are literally falling into our hands…wait! That means John Myles is headed our way too!” “I know!” I say, already preplanning in my head. “We are going to find a way to get him to stop his car. I want to deal with him before the boys get the option.” She quickly glances over at me sliding my hand into my purse. “What are your plans, Cassie?” “I have a gun,” I say with a wide smile. She quickly takes her foot off the gas, her eyes turning to me as they widen. “You are not about to shoot him! Let Devin do any of that stuff, he’s the billionaire. He has a better chance of getting away with it.”

A moan. "Cassian... gentle... you're hurting me..." "Too hard... slow down..." "No... don't... it's too deep..." I made it to my room and sat at my desk until the sun came up. At five in the morning, I looked toward the main house. Camilla was on the second-floor terrace, wearing Cassian's white shirt. Barefoot. Smoking a cigarette. She looked in my direction and gave me a slow smile. No guilt in that smile. Just "I won."

Cassie’s voice pulled me to the present. She was leaning forward, her tits resting on the table and looking so erotic. It seems some drink had spilled over it at some point cause I noticed the area of her nipples were wet, outlining the small nubs. I looked over at the boys and wasn’t surprised to see them staring at her chest. Cassie was dumb for claiming the boys wanted me, if there’s someone the boys wanted between the two of us, it was her. Cassie might be a virgin like me but she always talked big, always flirted with them, and she wore the most skimpiest outfits ever.

(More of a proposal, really. Before I could make a study of the cute pink panties covered in red hearts that distinguished this present sight from the pictures she'd sent when she was evading my substitute, however, Cassie evidently decided she was due a little extra attention herself. I hadn't even noticed her getting her phone out, much less touching any buttons, but suddenly there was a beat. And in the next moment, she started to twerk.

The mask Guy Chapter five(5) First kiss Cassy got to school with Mara ,with smile plastered on her that anyone who see her wondered the reason behind it . Because for the first time they saw the ugliest girl that is always moody smiling and she look extremely happy. Casssy gave Mara her bag then whispered “This bag is kind of special today keep it save “ To Mara “Are you carrying………”Mara didn’t finish her statement but stopped seeing that Cassy has ran off

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I, Cassidy Black, ran my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. I was on speakerphone with my friend, Becky. “Don’t overthink it, Cass. It’s not as bad as you think, given your circumstances,” said my friend.

Casey rambled. I smiled at her habit. She always starts rambling when she's anxious or nervous. "Don't worry, I'm not an idiot either." I shot back, quickly shutting her up. "Did you decide on a nickname?" Casey nodded, "Pixie. I like Pixie." I smiled, ruffling her hair. "It does suit you with this hairstyle." "It suits me with any hairstyle," Casey sassily retorted. I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress my smile. "Whatever you say, Princess."

His gaze dropped, locked, and darkened. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked through the space, rougher than gravel. “Taking off my panties,” I answered, low and unashamed. I let the lace dangle from one ankle before kicking it aside. “So you can watch. Maybe after I entertain you, you’ll add me to that list.” “You’re not just on the list, Cassie,” he growled, sweat beading at his temple, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re eighteen. You’re too young, too small, too—”

She practically ran through TSA, cursing a few agents on the way to Jim. Cassie was in a tiny pink bikini top and a pink thong that was covered by her tiny batty rider shorts, as Jamaicans call it. But to the rest of the world, it’s known as booty shorts. All she had on her feet were a pair of pink, rubber flip-flops. "OK, here — take my coat,” Jim gave her his coat, laughing at the scenario. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” Cassie grunted. Jim raised his hands in surrender. “No, no I wasn't—let's just get you to Mitch.”